Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

boots sending up a sparkling spray. "Things are different when we're shifted. We don't make a habit of staying in wolf form

"Different how?"

becomes harder. Plus, clothes are a pain to deal with. No one likes

another glance at Kellan's back. His steady

deep snow, and my breath comes in harsh pants that crystallize in front of my face.

promise of warmth and

the snow

Selene slams into me with the force of a furry semi, knocking

my

me back to my feet. Snow clings to my clothes,

doing all the way out here?" Ava squeezes me back just as

you." I pull back, noting the rosy flush in her cheeks. She looks better than I do after a night

meal

discuss whatever important wolf business demands their attention. We're here to bring meat

heard you caught a

moose. I'm just going to help eat it. Want some stew? You

laughs and loops her arm through mine, leading me toward the tent. The smell of herbs and meat

supplies into neat bundles, barely sparing us a glance

observe. Most tents I've ever seen camping are small. Not

wasn't bad, but Greg snored

a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely feel

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